I had a call from the nursing home early evening last Wednesday to say that my Dad had passed away. Mum had been sitting with him just a few hours earlier and I was actually talking to her on the phone at the time he died. She said he had been very quiet that afternoon and hadn't been able to squeeze her hand, she had left thinking him asleep. The home had been trying to get hold of me so we could visit, but he went quickly and quietly in his sleep for which we are very thankful.
So I've been staying with Mum and doing all the things that have to be done and sorting through old photos. This picture was taken on my parents wedding day in September 1948, they had many very happy years together. I'm home now for a few days before going back again to prepare for the funeral on Monday afternoon. At the moment it's still all very surreal and my mind is deliberately not letting me think about it, when I do start to dwell I find myself thinking of things that need to be done, like bleaching the loo or cleaning out cupboards! (two men and two cocker spaniels left to their own devices for a week has left me with plenty of cleaning to catch up on). I'll be back to blogging again in a week or two, but hope I can find time over the weekend to do a little bit of colouring in.
Thank you for all your kind words of support and love.